Dawnwing laid in the corner of the warrior's den and moaned. She felt yet another stab of pain in her side. Why was she feeling so sickly? She had no idea. Dawnwing tried to tough it out, even though she felt like she was going to vommit. I couldn't have eaten anything... could I? she wondered. Then the ill cat thought back to when she had had that mouse off the kill pile earlier that day. It had smelled a bit odd but looked fine. Pain shot through her stomach once more and this time she yowled loudly, not caring if cat's stared or not. She attempted to stand, but then collapsed.
"Someone help..." she moaned.
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